It feels like a Sunday
It tastes like August
Years years
Close your heart now
Before it rips in two
Can't close it
Broken spirit
Broken stars
Not yours
Never yours
Just mine
Nothing
No one left to carry the blame
Because they all disappeared
You're all that's left
******
Idk.
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The Unpublished Poems
PoetryMore original poetry by me about life, struggle, hope, pain, good and bad. Anything that inspires me. None of these poems have ever been published before. "File:ORANGE Wattpad Horizontal Logo.jpg" by DesignStudio is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
